On a foggy night.

 Walking through my thoughts, they slip from the cage in my mind through my mouth dancing around in the form of dense clouds hugging that haunting dead tree I used to sit underneath, it's haunting how a couple of months are enough to turn what was the most pleasing sight I have ever set my eyes on into something so intimidating, so sad that I don't recognise it anymore. It's the natural cycle of change in life we tend to give the blind eye, it's how the best of friends and lovers can turn into total strangers before you can even recognise it. Some drops of rain touch my skin as I kneel down to capture a fallen paper with my shaking hands, but I can hardly see from all that fog. In some way I get this feeling that the sky is on verge of some kind of emotional breakdown. All those drops are just a warning, it's too mind provoking how fog can be so beautiful and so lonely at the same time. Like that girl in her fur jacket, with those pure blue half-closed eyes, looking at the bottom left corner of her head, which is tilted downwards reflecting a kind of "I have all the beauty in the world but I don't know it, and my life sucks because my boyfriend is treating me like I am an old piece of neglected furniture" personality, this thing in a girl that can be the most precious she can posses. I stand up, I take a look at all those uncountable orange sodium side lamps marking the end of the walkway, the rain starts to accelerate, I smile because it came in the best time it could. I turn around and leave, this is how I love spending my time alone.